Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Kunimitsu Tezuka took the tissue from the table and handed it to him.

Echizen Nanjiro took it hurriedly and wiped his mouth sloppily, obviously absent-minded.

Tezuka Kunimitsu thought he was simply upset because he was choked, so his tone was not as harsh as it was at first: "Are you okay?"

The emotions of concern and care are clearly evident.

He shook his head and chuckled, "It's okay. I was just too anxious."

"By the way, you guys should try the strawberry cake, it's really delicious."

When talking about food, he always seems full of energy, high spirits and looks extremely happy.

It seems that there is nothing in the world more important than the piece of strawberry cake in front of me.

But Tezuka Kunimitsu's intuition told him that the man's expectations seemed to be more than just this, he wanted something else. He had not yet been truly satisfied.

What do you want, Mr. Nanjiro?

Kunimitsu Tezuka always thought that Echizen Nanjiro was a very simple person. All his thoughts were clearly written on his face and anyone could see it.

Sometimes he wants to hide something because he doesn't want others to know what's on his mind.

He can actually do it very well and naturally, but in front of people who really know him, this natural state he presents is actually an unnatural performance.

Being too perfect makes it seem imperfect.

However, he didn't seem to know this.

Fortunately, he didn't know.

Even Fuji Shusuke, whose taste is a bit strange, couldn't help but praise it after trying the strawberry cake: "It's really good. It tastes different from the strawberry cakes I've eaten before. It has a very refreshing sweet taste, but it is definitely the taste of strawberries. It seems that this store manager is a very good pastry chef."

"Right, right? Super delicious."

"But it's still too exaggerated for you to cry directly." The cute black-bellied bear did not forget to add this sentence.

Humph, this little bear only knows how to insult him.

He looked at Tezuka: "Tezuka, you should eat it too. It's really delicious."

Doesn't Tezuka like strawberry cake?

"it is good."

Tezuka Kunimitsu cast a slightly gentle gaze on his face - this tenderness was something he himself had never noticed but had always shown to Echizen Nanjiro - and then he stretched out his left hand and gently rubbed a certain spot on his lips with the tip of his thumb.

"There's cream on this, Mr. Nanjiro."

"Oh."

In the previous moment, Nanjiro Echizen didn't feel anything special, but in the next second he realized something and suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Tezuka he...I...he...

Too many complicated and messy thoughts kept emerging in his mind, and there was simply not a single moment of time and space for him to think and sort things out.

He grabbed Tezuka's hand, which he hadn't had time to withdraw, and slowly looked over nervously and incredulously. After a long while, he muttered, "It's stained with cream."

I can’t describe the feeling, but I can feel my heart beating at an incredible speed.

It turns out that it doesn’t need to be as complicated as you think.

As long as you get covered in butter, Tezuka will get covered in butter too.

Because he will not turn a blind eye to himself, he will always help himself.

The passionate emotions slowly spread out like ripples on the water, and at the same time, rationality gradually returned, and he slowly let go of Tezuka Kunimitsu's hand.

Calm down, calm down, it's no big deal.

Huh... Huh... Take a deep breath, calm down...

Neither of them knew what to say for a moment, and they both chose to remain silent.

Kunimitsu Tezuka once again realized that he was simply unable to remain rational when dealing with Mr. Minamijiro.

The appropriate distance he wanted to maintain would always be shortened and shortened invisibly, and by the time he realized it, the two of them had become extremely close.

He tried hard to control his behavior, but failed in the end.

At a certain moment, a certain minute, a certain second, Kunimitsu Tezuka would be immersed in the glance of his eyes, or be dazed by his smile.

Obviously there was nothing special about it, it was just the most ordinary smile he often showed.

But even a smile on his face that he was already used to, or even could be said to be ordinary, could easily confuse him.

Regret always comes after things are over.

For example, he reached out to wipe the cream off Echizen Nanjiro's lips. This was obviously something he shouldn't have done, but he did it without any hesitation.

His rationality did not come into play to warn him of this overstepping behavior, and at that time he did not think about the restraint and forbearance that he had emphasized countless times in his heart.

He wrote down all the taboos and precautions he could think of in his diary, engraved them in his mind, and kept them in his heart at all times.

He requires himself not to be careless and to do his best in everything.

In fact, he has done a great job.

If the other person was not that person, perhaps none of the problems that troubled him would arise.

He can be strict with himself without limit, but he cannot demand or restrict the actions of others.

For example, "You are not allowed to cry in front of me" or "Don't show me that smile", or maybe "You'd better stay away from me."

It's easy to imagine how Kunimitsu Tezuka would ever say such a thing.

As time went by, he became more and more certain of his intention.

He really did fall in love with someone. For the first time.

When he thinks of that person, he will be surrounded by an unprecedented sweetness, and his heart will be filled with tenderness and joy that he had never felt before he met the other person.

Yet such feelings cannot be expressed.

There's nothing wrong with liking someone.

Kunimitsu Tezuka understood this, but at the same time he also understood that blindly indulging oneself would never lead to happiness.

He hopes that the other person can be happy and joyful more than himself.

If the other person has already obtained it, then what does it matter even if his happiness has nothing to do with yours?

When he heard him say that he and he were friends, Kunimitsu Tezuka was stunned.

He has never been sure how to describe the relationship between himself and Echizen Nanjiro. Although the word "friend" is still a bit stiff, it seems to be the most appropriate and natural description.

But what was his mood at that time?

Surprise, loss and reluctance.

In the end he chose to admit it and accept it calmly.

This is definitely the best option.

He even felt that the heavy burden on his heart was suddenly lightened by the word "friend".

Let's just be friends, Mr. Nanjiro.

There is nothing to regret.

On the contrary, I am glad to be by your side.

He was mentally prepared.

He can grasp the scale and distance when interacting with him.

This is what Kunimitsu Tezuka thought before.

But in the end, she was getting closer and closer to him.

This may be because the other party tacitly agreed, but that person knows nothing. I am the one who realizes the problem but cannot solve it, so I should bear all the responsibility.

While Kunimitsu Tezuka was still reflecting deeply, Nanjiro Echizen quickly recovered.

“Awoo, awoo…” Continue to immerse yourself in the wonderful world of desserts.

Really delicious.

For some reason, I felt as if my body had become light, as if it had become a light feather.

He took a small bite of the chocolate cake; the sweetness, fragrance and bitterness perfectly combined into a taste of happiness.

I like it, I really like it, the touch and temperature at that time...

He slowly closed his eyes, savoring it, then slowly opened them again, his eyes tender and lingering.

It's like, it's like a woman who is deeply in love.

Everyone was concentrating and holding their breath.

One girl couldn't resist the temptation and looked too directly in his direction.

He noticed it and glanced at her with curiosity and kindness. The girl's face turned red instantly and she looked away in panic.

Fuji Shusuke said with difficulty: "Mr. Nanjiro..."

Weird, not a little weird.

What happened to Mr. Nanjiro all of a sudden?

"What's wrong, Fuji?"

He raised his head with a smile on his face.

His eyes are filled with you, but his tone is somewhat nonchalant, which seduces you invisibly.

Fuji Shusuke found it difficult to accept it for a moment. The only thing he was clear about was that this was not the ordinary Mr. Nanjiro.

He wanted to ask for Tezuka Kunimitsu's opinion, but he saw that Tezuka was looking directly at Echizen Nanjiro across from him with an incredibly calm attitude.

Tezuka, don't you find it strange at all?

Echizen Nanjiro didn't care about the many eyes that were paying attention to him, either overtly or covertly, and just focused on doing his own thing.

He saw the glass of cheese and grapes. He had finished the drink in it, leaving only a thick layer of milk cap at the bottom of the glass.

Suddenly he wanted to try it again. Even though he didn't like milk cream, he just did what he wanted to do and there was no need to worry too much.

He first picked up a spoon and stirred it, feeling the fineness of the foam, then scooped up a spoonful of milk and brought it to his mouth.

I hesitated for a moment because I wasn't sure it would taste good.

Finally, he put the spoon into his mouth.

What kind of mood supported him to make such a decision and made him eat the milk cap that he originally disliked.

Echizen Nanjiro felt that this might be a very important issue.

But he didn't care much about whether he could get an answer.

The milk flavor that he originally thought was greasy turned out to be sweet and delicious. The soft texture no longer disgusted him. He even had the mood to slowly savor the aroma of the milk cap.

But if milk cap wasn't something that he found so disgusting, why didn't he like it before?

Why do you like it again now?

He held the spoon in his mouth for a while and then took it out of his mouth and smacked his lips twice.

Sweet.

He didn't want to eat it anymore because it was already very sweet.

However, he held the spoon in his mouth again, trying to savor any residual aroma that might be left.

In the end, the fragrance became weaker and weaker, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get it.

He frowned, unwilling to give up and wanted to suck it for a while longer.

"Mr. Nanjiro."

Echizen Nanjiro raised his head and looked quietly at Tezuka opposite him.

Tezuka?